Chapter 33

Rhye had been looking for the witch for days. He had her right under his nose and let her slip through his fingers. That won’t be happening again. His gaze roamed down her body, and he grunted. Taking his suit jacket off, he draped it over her shoulders and buttoned it up.

He brushed her soft cheeks with the back of my hand. "I burned the sounds of your screams of pleasure like a brand in my memory. Rhye shrugged, pretending it was her decision while knowing full well he'd have to kill every fae who dared to attack her again, but her... He might as well throw her over his shoulder and bind her up if she complained.

And right now, he couldn't let her go. She needed to stay with him and he might be as selfish as Dimitri, but he would risk his life again. He would do everything to let her stay.

They didn’t know she would be ambushed by some low-life fae. Had he known, he wouldn’t have let her walk out then. Fuck, he probably wouldn’t have fucked her. He would have taken her